Pillow 14 - Femme equal Stallion: Birthday

(Woman into pony-TG)*

“Unbelievable...” mumbled a very annoyed Carla in almost a grunt.

The forty-two year old woman was alone in the kitchen, she took another long drag on her cigarette, letting the smoke circulate inside her lungs before expelling the nicotine out from between her red lips.

She was skinny and petite, both height and breast wise. Pale skinned and with very dark hair cut into a perfectly straight bobbed style. That gray day Carla was wearing a lot of white, her fancy blouse, the matching short skirt, the stiletto heels, even the fishnet tights covering her legs. Only her belt and her expensive purse, that was resting on the kitchen worktop, were black.

Carla took another look at her phone, checked the time, sighed, rolled her eyes and left it next to her purse. She hadn’t got dressed up only to waste a good part of the day waiting in her younger sister’s kitchen.

Ronda had played dirty.

Her gray-blue eyes looked out of the window, her thin eyebrows frowned.

Outside in the backyard her niece’s birthday party seemed to be going well, the annoying kids running around, jumping and laughing, tormenting a couple of party clowns whilst the parents drank and chit chatted nearby.

The brats were noisy enough for the sound to echo around the kitchen.

She hated kids.

When she had arrived at the suburban house her plan was to say hello, pat her niece on the head, leave the gift she bought that morning and leave in five minutes.

That was her plan.

The woman fondled one of her earrings.

Ronda, using her treacherous little sister skills, had managed to convince her in a particularly forceful way to stay for the cake. She agreed, making it clear that she would run away as soon as her plate was cleared of frosting, yet, after that, once again Ronda had made her stay by telling her that she needed to tell her something important before she left.

So they had to talk about the thing in person, but she was busy with the kids, so Carla had to wait for her in the kitchen for a moment.

That had been more than fifteen minutes ago.

Carla let the ash of her cigarette fall onto the kitchen floor.

“I wanted to get screwed today, Ronda!” snarled the woman, thinking about the date that she had booked with a young hunky sex worker. “But not like this! Geez!”

Nobody listened to her complaints, they were too busy enjoying the birthday celebration..

Out there she saw the children having the best time of their lives and it only made her more and more upset.

“Thanks, Ronda, I could be having a stallion’s cock right now, but instead I’m wasting my day surrounded by snotty noisy pests! When are you gonna get that this life is never gonna be mine?”

She noticed something else, in a corner of the backyard a small fence had been built. A pen for a little brown pony that was clearly stressed.

The woman smirked, remembering when, long ago, a way younger version of herself calming a crying Ronda and promised that she would get a pony for the little girl.

“You haven’t changed a bit, huh, sis?”

Her eyes locked on the small horse, the beast was carrying a girl that was pulling her mane, but what caught Carla’s interest was another detail.

“A female...” she muttered, seeing the pony’s sex behind it’s swinging tail.

Carla’s cheeks began to turn red, she couldn’t stop looking at that equine vagina, at the teats between the legs.

She bit her lips, chuckled, feeling very silly...

Very warm...

Another long drag of her cigarette.

“Can you imagine the cock you would need to fill up that meaty cunt...?” she wondered... and felt the weight in her stomach, the shivering cold sensation extending from her own cunt, her pupils dilated. “I...” she gasped. “I can imagine it...”

The pain struck there right after she fully imagined the pony penis. The cigarette fell from her fingers and bounced on the floor, she grabbed her sides, bent forward. The first grunt was silent, the second a shout of pain.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!”

Terrified she jerked backwards, pushing her back firmly against the fridge, she frantically began to unfasten her belt with trembling hands.

“Wait...!” she begged. “No...!”

In one pull she dragged her skirt down to her ankles, then straightened up and spread her legs. With both hands she held herself on the fridge, staring directly at her crotch whilst breathing heavily. The moisture of her sweat showing up in the armpits, back and chest of her blouse.

Her pupils began to blur and reform, from a circle to a more linear shape.

Equine.

“Please...” she whispered, horrified at the memory of a woman about to be destroyed. “Please... no! NOUUUUUUUUUUGHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

With a genital motion that felt similar to that of peeing. She had to hold herself onto the fridge with both hands, sliding down a bit as the changes began to build up inside her panties.

Carla stretched her neck stiffly, with clenched teeth, as a large, sturdy penis began to form from her clitoris. A very equine looking penis, horse like...

“The cock of a pony...!” she grunted and cried.

Tubular in appearance, meaty and hard, the chunk of meat elongated. The phallus grew and grew, pushing the cloth of her thong outwards along with her fishnet tights to such an extent she felt the pull in her clenched buttocks.

“It can’t be! It can’t beeeeeeeeee!” she yelled, witnessing the utter mutation of her sex. “I don’t want to be a freakiiiin dwarf mule! I do noiuiiiiiiiieeeeegggggh! NEIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGH!”

From the depths of her lungs and her throat she whinnied like a horse, a pony.

The big tent made by her heavy phallus left enough room.

“AAAAAAAAAAAH! NEEEEEEEEEIIIIIIIGH! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!”

The party outside was still louder than her inhuman pleas.

With the extra space and a chilling fleshy sound the walls of her tender mature vagina spread, her ovaries dragged out of her body into a bulging ball sack.

So large was it that it’s weight was noticeable on her tummy, a sensation followed by the disturbing alien slapping of the rough skin of her scrotum against her damp thighs. In total control and awareness of her new sex organs, this massive solid mass of veins and muscles that had forever sealed away and ruined her cunt, she neighed once more and thrust ripping her underwear and destroying the fishnets.

“IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINGHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

The trembling of the lump of a tai, pointy ears, tense muscles, her face already acquiring equine traits. A desperate pull sent buttons flying as she opened her blouse.

There was no bra under it, her chest was going up and down, covered in sweat.

Nipples completely erect.

Carla looked down, saw the barreling of her ribcage, that big... enormous... large... pulsating long cock... Needy...

“Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit!”

One hand grabbed that penis, barely able to encompass it with her fingers. The other grabbed her phone, her brain full of endorphins, wasn’t sure why, maybe to ask for help.

Instead there was a flash and the device crashed to the floor.

Soon she had to follow it, as the process of expansion that the changes were imposing in her body made her fall forward and end up down on all fours, or more correctly on three. Despite the precarious posture she managed to keep pumping that dick as the transformation progressed.

“Gaaaaagggggggggghhhhhhhhhh...! Fuckkkk! FUUUUUCK!”

Saliva felt from her clenched newly bulky teeth. The tail swung, covering in hair, the neck stretched forward with her whole face. Ripping clothes, expanding muscles, when the hooves in the making broke her shoes she was finally forced into the full quadrupedal stance.

Now almost a full pony, the male beast snorted, angry and horny.

“AAAH WAAAANNA FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK...!”

His last human words.

The ears of the pony stallion caught the laughter from the birthday party, his body still changing, his cock still hard.

He knew exactly where to find what he wanted.

...

Perhaps the birthday would have been way less memorable if that scene hadn’t happened. Whilst everybody was distracted by the clown show,  the back door from the kitchen had been kicked down by a pair of strong hooves and a crazed, horny, pony stallion had stormed into the party with his cock out.

The small but bulky horse, with his dark gray fur, had run directly to the pen, jumped over the fence and climbed on the back of the female pony and then...

Well, children had yelled scared, while parents covered their eyes.

A hose and a couple of buckets of cold water had been needed to stop the equine beasts from doing what was natural for them and to enable them to be separately restrained.

After that, as was to be expected, the party had been canceled, angry parents began to leave dragging their children, who by now, after the shock had subsided, were quite amused and were joking and giggling about that weird pony.

Ronda had yelled at the two clowns.

“I asked for ONE pony!”

The clowns swore they only brought one with them, yet it was obvious someone had screwed up big time because there were two. Blaming each other until the lady of the house made them stop, the two clowns had cleaned up the mess and were leading the two ponies into the same truck, because they only had one, when Ronda had interrupted them once more.

“Wait!”

“At that demand the clowns stopped and looked back at the woman, confused, the housewife ran towards them with a concerned expression on her face and Carla’s phone in one hand.

She had found the device in the kitchen, near to torn and ragged clothes and cum stains.

On the device’s cracked screen the last picture Carla had taken could still be seen. It was a picture of Carla herself, a Carla twisted into a mocking hybrid of human and pony, of woman and stallion. The equine creature in the picture was masturbating his large cock with a terrified lustful expression on it’s deforming face.

Ronda inspected that dwarf horse, she noticed the earrings in his pointy ears, the same ones she had given to Carla. Her heart skipped a beat when she looked directly into those ashamed gray blue eyes.

The woman was about to yell “this pony is my older sister”, but she stopped.

Lost in those horse eyes, she had a moment of sisterly understanding with that very male beast... Carla was long gone and neither her nor the pony could ever solve that because there was nothing to solve... that made her feel a pinch of envy and a tug in her pussy...

“Ma’am... Is everything fine?” One of the clowns dared to ask.

The younger sister gulped and nodded.

“Y-Yes, it’s all fine...” she said, bewildered, giving the pony’s chin a gentle rub. “Goodbye...” whispered Ronda. “We... We will come and visit...”

The pony nodded, Ronda took a step back and watched as the beast climbed into the hay covered cargo compartment of the truck. The female was inside, clearly waiting for him, and as Ronda saw the big twitching ballsack under the male’s tail she knew that the stallion and the mare were going to have a very kinky trip back to the stables where they belong.